Out. (To HENRICH SCHERCL.) That poor girl has followed you here. Perhaps out of pity you ought to go down to her and say a kind word.
HENRICH SCHERCL.
Miss Rosaline—she is here? Well, I never! Yes, I will go down and speak to her. Where is she?
(Enter ROSALINE L.)
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (aside).
Damn it, in the drawing-room! Look here, Schercl, you can't go till she does. If my wife comes in and finds her, she is your affair. Don't leave her for Heaven's sake.
ROSALINE.
Good morning, gentlemen. Oh, Mr. Schercl! What a pleasure—how do you do?
HENRICH SCHERCL.
I am very well, I thank you. And you?—I need not ask, you look most beautiful.